September 2007

My friend Lauren celebrated her birthday this Friday. She’s the one chugging the Oddbins champagne. I broke out my camera after most of the revelers had trickled back to their respective homes and only the drunkest and soberest people remained, as is usually the case by the end of a party. I’m pretty sure I was the only person in the latter group when these shots were taken.

The end of the night is my favorite part of a party. Memorable and completely useless insights are traded at an elevated frequency, and enough running jokes have accumulated so that whole conversations can consist solely of nonsense. These are some of the details that I suspect socio-cultural anthropologists two hundred years from now will miss when trying to ascertain why we partied in the 21st century.